User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-2246928-20150112001716

The rat's spear cleaves through the chill dawn air. He looks down, and it occurs to him that an entire sword is sticking through his belly, having gone straight through the armor out the small of his back. His insides screamed in protest against the unwelcome invader as he looked up at his killer. The light in the rat's eyes eventually dimmed out, and he slid backward and off the sword with a fleshy swish.